Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-07-20

MI IeNenSey was utterly overcome.
Disengaging himself as quickly as pos
sible and somewhat rudely from his
lovely burden, he stood gazing at Miss
Emory in blank amazement, mutterIng
to himself, "WelI, I'm blowed!'' and
sunGry other calculations expressive of
his aStonishment At this unprecedented
and unlooked-fOr procedure on the part
OF one whom he regarded as total
stranger.
Now, my fine woman, what's the
meaning of all this? Whose house do
you think this IS, anyway? Where is
my wife and laughter"
Miss Emory shrank back and gazed
at him IN horror, exclaiming: He's
intoxicated Penny's intoxicated
James, put him outp'
James made his appearance and eyed
Mr.. Peyensey furtively, but made no
movement toward carrying out the
order, evidently fearing that he would
not be equal to the task.
80, It's all rIght,'' said Mr.. Peven-
sey- ''I'H go, but I'll come back, and,
what S more, with the arm of the law
saying which, Mr.. Pevensey, holding
his own arm a!oft to emphasize and
illustrate his words, strobe from the
apartment.
1t Is pam to the reader by this time
that the ghost had executed his strange
purpose, and to Mr.. Pevensey's ex-
treme bewilderment.
y well-dresSed young woman passed
him at corner where he stood gazing
yacIutly and furtively about him whom
he recognized at once as his daughter.
lie started after her rapidly, at the
same time calling TO her to stop. She
turned hurriedly and looked at him,
then walked faster, and rs he increased
his pace and seemed determined to
Overtake her she gave a scream and in
= moment Mr.. Pevensey was roughly
s. i-ei by passing policeman and
borne away in spite of ms prOteStations
that 1t was his daughter, and he merely
wanted TO speak with her moment.
His sul!en manner WAS not so!tened rs
he WAS thrust into the somewhat mar
row and uncomfortable room appointed
FOR such characters at the station
house aud informed that his trial
would occur at nine o'clock IN the
morning.
As on the previous morning, Mr..
PevenSey was awakened by sunbeam
streaming on his face; but instead OF
sitting through the rich curtains OF his
own apartments IS it did then, Il slant
Cd between the rusty bars of an ordi-
nary cell. lie surveyed the surround
IngS with even more wonder than he
dill before, and IS lie realized where
he Was and caught the offensive oIor
OF stale beer which peryaded the At
n1sphere of the cells, hs began to be
ia iIgnant- Then the truth began to
dawn on his mind and the episode with
his old friend Pembroke required to
him ike a nightmare, while his con-
fused recOllections OF seeing Miss
Emory somewhere, and dim idea that
he had offended her, did not add TO the
pleasure OF his thoughts. However,
there was nothing to do but wait for
the TAILOR to come TO Inn. y inc O'Clock
came at last, AMI, Illuminating as il
was, he had TO go through the regular
form of examination; and when At last
he was set at lIbeTty-having paid his
fine and listened impatiently to the sage
counsel of the RagiStrate-he turned
his steps toward his residence once
more, Illuminating on the way with
frOwniug browS. He applied his key
and entered as usual. The first thing
that attracted his notice WAS Il dell
cI,ely tinted, perfumed note lying on
the table. lie flushed slightly, picked
it up and read the following:
MIR. PEvESsEY: After what oc-
Cured last night you can hardly expect
me to regard you as l should my future
! husband; therefore l release you from
ali Claims l may have had upon you,
; and wish you TO regard me hereafter
M eTely as friend.
MAY EMORY.
lie stared at It for sw moments, =,
and happening to glance up, his eyes
encountered the doubtful figure of his
unearthly tormentor, Pembroke Grab
bling a book from the table he hurled II
with all his might at PembroSe's head
but the missile merely passed through
and beyond it as il there had been
nothing there.
= Hal hal'' cackled Pembroke.
There's no use in your trying that
Pen; I'm nothing but a spirit, you
; knowv'
''Confound you for knave of his
Satanic Majesty's Tenth Legion" then
replied Pevensey, in bailled rage.
''COme, come now, Pen, 1 didn't
. mean to. didn't want to in fact, you
know you made me do it. BE reason
able, Penl"
"Reasonablel" he cried lercely; ''bs
e reasonable! Yes, that's good, L must
: say-kInd of you to sit there, knowing
$ | can't shoot you or kick you il try,
having deliberately ruined my name IN
: town and caused a break between Us.
D You know whom mean"
'rAt least, then, hear me out, Fen.
4 for | can't linger here much longer; l
T must be back at Jupiter az precisely
noon, and it is eleven now, you see.
{ Now, Pen, I'm sorry this has happened
rs Il has, but if you will go u Mis-;
= Emory and explain the matter to her,
z, lay all the blame on can stand It
: YOU know-she is too sensible CIR
g not to forgive you. Trust me, Pen
! and try It."
I With these words the thin visitor
s became thinner still, and soon was
4 quite dissolved
/ Mr. Pevensey gazed 1t the chair
L which he had lately occupied for som'
e moments blankIy, and then medItated
e IL might as well after all DO as he sug
10 gested. 1t can't be any worse than II
e is now." Accordingly, after making
:. an elaborate toilet, he repaired TO Mis-
- Emory's house, from which, some hour
:. later, he came forth, walking with al
n elastic step and smiling sereIely, al
q though it must be confessed his necktl,
and coat collar were rather disordered
And even TO this day Mrs. Pevensey /
not certain whether her husband wa
I really under the influence OF Pembroke
III or whiskey.
Soap as \ Civilizer.
m The introduction or soap Is dom
"a | ,,,c,, to ciyiIize the people of the llOl